Scenario:I was home alone when I got a text from my mom… but my mom was in the kitchen.
It was a normal evening. I was chilling in my room, scrolling on my phone, when suddenly, I got a message.
Mom: ‘Come downstairs, I need help with something.’
I frowned. That was weird. Because I could literally hear her… in the kitchen.
I got up, walked to the stairs, and peeked down. She was right there. Cooking. Humming. Everything seemed normal.
So I did what any sane person would do. I texted back.
Me: ‘I’m literally looking at you right now.’
Three dots appeared. Then another message.
Mom: ‘That’s not me.’
My blood ran cold. I turned back toward my room. My door was wide open.
And someone was standing inside.
Smiling.
Holding my phone.
(To be continued…)
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I was home alone when I got a text from my mom… but my mom was in the kitchen.
It was a normal evening. I was chilling in my room, scrolling on my phone, when suddenly, I got a message.
Mom: ‘Come downstairs, I need help with something.’
I frowned. That was weird. Because I could literally hear her… in the kitchen.
I got up, walked to the stairs, and peeked down. She was right there. Cooking. Humming. Everything seemed normal.
So I did what any sane person would do. I texted back.
Me: ‘I’m literally looking at you right now.’
Three dots appeared. Then another message.
Mom: ‘That’s not me.’
My blood ran cold. I turned back toward my room. My door was wide open.
And someone was standing inside.
Smiling.
Holding my phone.
(To be continued…)
Mia Thompson
brave, and skeptical. Mia is home alone when she receives a strange text from her mom, who is in the kitchen. She investigates and discovers an intruder in her room. Mia confronts the intruder, who claims to be her future self, warning her about impending danger. Mia struggles to understand the situation and protect herself and her mother.
Sarah Thompson
protective, and unaware of the danger lurking in their home. Sarah is busy cooking dinner when Mia receives the mysterious text. Unbeknownst to her, an intruder enters their home while she's distracted by cooking. Her relationship with Mia is loving but oblivious to the danger that threatens them both.
The Intruder
urgent, and cryptic. The Intruder warns Mia about an imminent threat involving someone close to them but refuses to reveal more information for fear of disrupting the timeline. Her presence creates tension and confusion for Mia as she tries to understand the warning.
I was home alone.
My mom was in the kitchen making dinner.
Nothing weird about that.
But then I got a text… from my mom.
Mom: ‘Come downstairs, I need help with something.’
I frowned.
That was weird.
Because I could literally hear her… in the kitchen.
The smell of cooking meat floated into my room, and I could hear the sizzle of vegetables hitting the hot oil.
I could even hear her humming.
She was right there.
So I did what any sane person would do.
I texted back.
Me: ‘I’m literally looking at you right now.’
Three dots appeared.
Then another message.
Mom: ‘That’s not me.’
My blood ran cold.
Something was off.
I looked up at the ceiling, wondering if she was joking.
But then I turned to my door.
It was wide open.
And someone was standing inside.
Smiling.
Holding my phone.
I stared at the girl in my room, trying to process what was happening.
She looked just like me.
Same blue eyes.
Same blonde hair.
Same freckled cheeks.
She was dressed in my clothes, and her smile was so similar to mine that it gave me chills.
"Who are you?"
I whispered, slowly backing up.
I didn’t want to make a sound.
The girl watched me with urgent eyes, but she didn’t say anything.
Just kept smiling.
My fingers trembled as I typed out another message to my real mom.
Me: ‘There’s someone in my room.’
My phone buzzed a second later, and I knew she saw it because the kitchen went quiet.
Then I heard footsteps coming upstairs.
The girl turned her head toward the door, then back to me, still smiling.
"You need to listen," she said softly.
I shook my head, inching toward the door.
She stepped forward, her eyes pleading.
"You have to listen."
I hesitated.
Something about her made me want to trust her.
But I couldn’t.
I didn’t know who she was.
Or why she was in my room.
Or why she was wearing my clothes.
I took another step back, and she did the same, until we were both standing in front of my bed.
I could hear the footsteps coming closer, and my heart pounded harder with every second.
The girl’s smile faltered, and I saw fear in her eyes.
"Please," she whispered urgently.
"I’m telling the truth."
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder with each passing second.
My heart raced, and I felt like I was going to pass out.
The girl motioned for silence, but I couldn’t stay quiet.
I couldn’t stay still.
I turned around and ran from the room, my feet pounding against the floor as I sprinted down the stairs. "Mom," I gasped, "there’s someone upstairs."
My mom turned around quickly, concern etched across her face as she grabbed me into a hug.
"What? Who?"
I shook my head, glancing up at the stairs behind me.
"I don’t know. She looks just like me."
My mom’s eyes widened in surprise as she pulled away from me, looking toward the stairs as if she expected to see someone standing there.
But there was no one.
